Being somewhat of a Julia fan myself, as well as a (very, very) minor cook, I thought the book was cute and that Brittny would like it. About a month after I sent it to Charleston, she mailed it back to me, gushing over how much I would like it. That was last summer. I just finished it this morning.

I'm sorry I procrastinated so long because I did like it, very much. I'm not sorry I procrastinated because today, one week before my own 30th birthday, it was quite inspirational for me. Like Julie Powell, I am in the midst of my own early-mid-life-crisis-induced project, only mine is called nursing school and is going to take me another two and a half years to complete. And I probably won't get a book deal and a possible Nora Ephron movie script out if it. But in reading this book, I learned a lot from both Julie and Julia, from Julie~ the life-saving value of a project and how your crazy friends can help you through the ups and downs of it, and from Julia~ living deep and sucking the marrow of out life (and bones, but that's another post for another blog).